A Condom Big Enough for a Futa Ch. 05

Turning again, she set her sights on the rack of bras and shoes to her right. The force of the squirt of cock cream that hit it was enough to send the whole thing careening to the floor, the myriad of support garments scattering around the floor. Victoria made sure to cover each pair of heels next, filling and painting them with cum one by one until they were as ruined as everything else in the room. Satisfied with the momentary revenge but still having much more excessive gunk to expel, she aimed her cock everywhere else around the changing room, only consciously avoiding the clothing she had brought with her; the rest of the room, however, was open season for her sexual destruction.

Sperm rained down in heavy, hot droplets around her by the time her climax had petered out. Cum stained her entire body, ruining the work that had been put into beautifying her countenance and hair, her form sleek with her semen. The assistant was still buried under her potent refuse, breathing heavily but otherwise unmoving, the occasional air bubble bursting across the layers of cum she'd left atop of him. There wasn't an inch of the room, except for one corner, that hadn't been drenched like a gooey hurricane had barreled through it; she had released so much pent-up progeny that she was standing in over an inch of her own expulsion, soaked almost to her ankles in the stuff.

Victoria stroked her cock casually as she decided on her next course of action.

She was still horny obviously, her cock just as erect as when she had started, if not more so, her balls enlarged and ready for further releases. Using the assistant was out of the question - he was completely passed out and she wasn't about to dig through the hill of cum to try and wake him up. Marching into the hall was the most obvious option available to her, letting everyone in her vicinity know what had occurred, but was that what she wanted to do? It might be in her best interest to take her time, to lure person after person into her new lair, pounce on them before they realize what was happening; however, her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hello?" a feminine voice called out from the hall, "Your buzzer rang. Did you need help with anything?"

Confused, Victoria looked towards the device on the small table next to the couch. It was completely covered by her cum, as expected, and the button was weighed down by a large dreg of semen that sat directly on top of it. Her face lit up at the sight - her choice had been made for her! Shuffling and adjusting herself, Victoria angled her body so it was pointed directly at the door, her semen-belching glans hovering only inches from the closed entrance. Crossing her arms over her chest, her hands squelching into her soggy lingerie, she waited for another moment before responding, building up anticipation for herself and the woman who would soon enter her domain.

"I do," she spoke confidently, raising her voice to make sure it penetrated the wooden barrier, "so please, come in."

...

Ashley fussed with herself in front of the floor-length mirror. She scowled at her reflection as she patted at her blonde locks, having argued with her stylist for a myriad minutes on what should be done with her hair; she wasn't a particular fan of how her makeup had been applied either, questioning whether she was supposed to look like a model or a prostitute. Every color the woman who had worked on her was incredibly bright and showy, not at all how she liked to look. Ugh, she could have done it better herself! Her hair had been curled for what felt like hours and now she looked like fucking Shirley Temple! It seemed like she was the last model to enter the changing rooms, almost every other seat around her having been vacant by the time she left. Whatever, if this whole modeling thing turned out well for her, she could deal with looking like this, at least for today.

On top of being dissatisfied with how she was made to look for her first runway appearance, Ashley found herself annoyed that the biggest of the lingerie was just a tad too loose for her to wear. The bra fit great and pushed her average breasts up towards her chin, making them appear much bigger than they actually were - but that article of clothing hadn't been the problem. It was the specially-made panties that were causing her to feel a wave of insecurity, something she hadn't expected today. They came in a range of sizes, and she had confidently grabbed the largest pair, ready to show off her huge package.

But they were too big!

She knew already that she wasn't the biggest futanari alive, actually being the least hung in her circle of friends, but she still thought of herself as more-than-blessed in the endowment department. Yet here she was, faced with the truth. The 'middle' size fit her like a glove, clutching her flaccid phallus comfortably, supporting her balls perfectly. When she had tried the most expansively altered of the underwear, her balls seemed to fill out their own brassiere well enough, but the end of the cock-sock part of it hung a couple inches off the tip of her dick; she had considered stroking herself and pump some blood into her dick, but she figured it would be too noticeable and difficult to maintain only a half-erection while walking around. So she relented, switched pairs, and here she was taking her time in getting ready for the main event.

The baby blue garments looked good on her, that was undeniable at least. Her cock had never looked so sexy, the pale flesh cradled nicely by the lacey extension in the crotch. Ashley was fairly fit, and she couldn't help but admire the rest of her svelte body, twisting back and forth, checking out her own ass, and smooth skin. Touching her now-curly hair again, she scowled as the loud club music reverberated through her room; she had guessed that would be the soundtrack to the runway, but did it have to be so loud!? Not only could she feel the bass in her feet, but the otherwise-instrumental beat was occasionally intersped with moans and screams, ones that were very sexual in nature. It was a weird choice, but she guessed the designer, Dolores, was going all out with the seductive atmosphere of the show.

Shaking her head, the ringlets her hair had been formed into batting at the side of her face, she made her way to the door to her changing room, ready to make her debut. Gripping the handle, Ashley paused, her nose twitching. There was a familiar scent, one that smelled like cum seeping into her room. It was weird to smell such a thing here, and she could only guess that maybe some of the other futa had been hooking up while they waited, either with each other or with some of the assistants. The thought made her roll her eyes; how hard was it to control yourself in public? If anything it would just make her look better, not giving into her carnal desires, and hopefully would make her a standout amongst her peers.

Ashley opened the door and was greeted with a reality that was even more bizarre than what she had thought it would be.

The wall directly across from her room was completely covered in cum that painted the entirety of the hallway as far as she could see, and a river of the thick semen ran down the floor into the styling area. There was a woman to her right, leaned against the wall right by her room, drenched head to toe in sperm, her stomach inflated to the point that she looked like she had swallowed several pumpkins whole. Her eyes were totally blank and she was moaning incoherently as cum sprayed from her incredible gaped cunt under her gravid abdomen; a series of other erotic exclamations touched her ears, and Ashley realized she had mistaken them as being part of the songs playing. A dripping sound caused her to raise her head, and stared in wonder at a matching stream of cum that painted the ceiling, mirroring the carpet beneath it.

Had a fucking orgy taken place that she had somehow missed!? Eyes wide, Ashley closed the door to her dressing room, revealing the rest of the hall to her. It only got worse. She immediately recognized that both futanari and the workers had suffered the same fate as the person next to her. Men, women, futa, it didn't seem to matter - all types of bodies were splayed out across the lake of cum, clearly dumped and forgotten once they were used. Each and every one of them was in the same state: fucked to unconsciousness, covered in layers of some of the thickest semen she'd ever seen, and with their holes gaped to an insane degree. There wasn't a person around her that wasn't inflated by gallons of cum either, bloated bellies hanging onto the carpet and pressed against walls as far as the eye could see. All of the futa possessed completely limp cocks, ones that were leaking their one comparably-diminutive amount of seed. Ashley hadn't seen such sexual devastation since the last time she had hung out with...

Her train of thought was interrupted by a door farther down the hall being kicked open. It slammed wetly into the wall next to it, splashing cum around, a figure stepping forcefully out of it - no, not just a single figure but two of them! They were both futa Ashley could instantly tell, but they were not a pair that was on equal footing. The one she didn't recognize, a chubby, dark-skinned futanari, was being held in the air by a pair of muscular, strong arms, her sizable cock flopping wildly as she was jerked up and down. Her stomach was distended, hanging over the front of her groin, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth limply. Ashley was surprised she could even make that much out because the futa's body was practically a blur, being fucked hard by the person doing the penetrating.

That was the one Ashley recognized.

She was the individual that had sat across from her during the wait before the interviews, the one she had smiled at only to be met with a cocky smirk. Ashley had brushed it off, having met others like her, but the dark-haired futanari had given off a familiar vibe, one she only felt when she was in the presence of a certain friend of hers. It had given her the shivers, but she ignored it, figuring her nerves were just getting the better of her; besides, she hadn't noticed any bulge in her skirt on that day, which was odd considering the company they were in. But still the stranger had a strong presence and had given off an intimidating aura, and now Ashley knew exactly why that was.

Even from her position at the opposite end of the hall, Ashley could clearly see that the futa was more hung than almost any other she had ever met. She was magnitudes bigger than herself. She had a cock that would put Jamie's to shame. She looked like she was even more enormously endowed than Kendra. And, if the Ashley eyes weren't playing tricks on her, this stranger who was currently fucking everyone in the vicinity, appeared as though she might match Hana in size. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Frozen in place, Ashley could do nothing but watch as this insatiable futanari with one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen fucked her way through every breathing person she could get her hands on, and she knew from experience that she wouldn't be spared either.

The idea of running away didn't have a chance to cross her mind before the hyper hung futa roared loudly, signaling the coming of her orgasm. Drawn to the sight of the muscular individual's just-as-giant balls, which brushed and bounced through the swamp of semen at her feet with every powerful thrust she made, Ashley watched as they rose slightly towards her groin, stopping abruptly at her knees; despite the distance between them, she could clearly hear the sound of gurgling emanating from the gravid cum factories depths, another thing she'd only experienced in the presence of her most carnally-blessed friends. The pale futa's cock, which looked like a telephone pole sticking from her crotch, visibly shook in turn, and Ashley knew all too well that that meant that cum was racing up her stupendous shaft.

She was right on the mark. The other futa, who she had all-but-forgotten about, screamed in ecstasy as her stomach blew up several sizes in a matter of seconds. Her belly pushed out towards the opposite wall she was facing before suddenly drooping, covering her own spraying cock. It started to hang down towards her knees, flopping up and down in time with the more-superior futa's punishing pistons. When it looked like the dark-skinned futanari was going to explode from the amount of cum blasting into her insides, she unceremoniously dropped to the floor, her fall cushioned by her new pillowy torso which smacked sloppily against the sperm sea. This had the added effect of revealing the muscular third-sexed individual's cock, allowing Ashley to witness in its full glory.

It was just as big as she had feared.

Easily multiple feet of rock hard cock was sticking from the buff futanari's groin, still spewing its load - although now it was landing on the cumflated model, rather than inside of her. Her terrifying appendage was dark in color, covered in a spiderweb of incredibly large veins, and topped with a fierce red head that was even wider than the rest of it. Ashley could see her urethra, which looked even more expansive than her own cock, undulate with each new gout of salty seed that ran up its undeniably awesome length, pulsating like it was a living being. The stranger's monolithic monstrosity stretched out in front of her far enough to nearly press into the side of the hall across from her, much of her seed drenching it incidentally, the force of each shot that rocketed from her throbbing crown strong enough to leave dents in the wall. And it just kept going and going, her orgasm lasting minutes easily, far outstripping all but one she had seen previously.

The longer than Ashley watched, the cloudier her mind grew. While she was used to the musk that others like her let off, the scent his dark-haired futa left off was only comparable to her Asian friend's. It was practically steaming off of the muscled stranger and every one of her victims she had irreparably ruined already. Ashley's own sizable member began to harden in its sleeve, stretching the fabric and lifting up towards her breasts, the mixture of that intoxicating aroma and the overwhelmingly erotic sight in front of her affecting her body immediately. Her whole body felt flush, her pink nipples sticking out like little erasers, her knees wobbling from the brain-melting odor; she made the mistake of gasping as arousal overtook her form, allowing even more of the pheromones to enter her.

"W-What...?" she managed to speak softly, the words coming out breathlessly. Ashley wasn't even sure why she was uttering anything, her mind unable to come up with any proper exclamation or response to what she was behold. Her hand traveled to her now-fully-hard dick and began stroking it, her control over her body waning; she just couldn't help but jerk off at what was happening around her! As she jerked herself silently, she watched the dominant futanari across the hall from her begin to paint everything around her with cum, spraying her seed back into the room she had just exited from and shooting extra helpings of ball sauce over the other passed out, used up people in her immediate vicinity. The blonde futa began to hyperventilate, which, to her own horror and excitement, seemed to draw attention of the beast she had been giving her rapt attention to.

The other futanari turned to look at her.

"You." she spoke and grinned wildly. The hyper hung futa stomped towards her without an ounce of hesitation, her feet sinking into the ocean of cum masking the carpet, her toes glorping through the thick muck. Ashley was amazed that she didn't slip as she hastily approached - this stranger was clearly used to walking through her own mess. Without even looking she moved around her previous victims, avoiding them with practiced ease, weaving between the overinflated, semen-engulfed bodies with frightening speed. Loud indecipherable moans and mumbled words provided a soundtrack to the bulky futanari's march, like a perverse chorus heralding Ashley's imminent conquering.

As soon as the other futa had made it over to her she slapped her massive cock down on Ashley's much smaller appendage. The blonde futanari winced at the power of the impact, the feeling more akin to being hit with a baseball bat, a high-pitched squeal escaping her lips. While her dick was still being eclipsed by the superior member between the two, the dark-haired stranger reached out and tore off her specially-made underwear, ripping it off of her genitalia and throwing it to the ground; it was immediately crushed underfoot with enough force to cause a splash of cum to rain down on their legs. Now that her appendage was freed of its lacy confines, the full, burning heat of the giant bitch breaker was fully felt by Ashley, its touch almost painful from its incredible temperature.

"I remember you," Victoria snarled threateningly, batting her cock against Ashley's, pushing it around like it was nothing, "showing off your little cock at the modeling agency like you were hot shit. Well how do you feel now!?"

"I-I, ooooh!" Ashley's response was cut off by another lust-fueled squeal. Her cock bucked against Victoria's, feebly bouncing off the underside of the mighty mast, unable to make it move even an inch. Balls tightening, her own dick gave a single throb before a long stream of cum flew from her pulsing pink tip. It washed against the size-surpassing shaft covering it, bathing it in her seed, rivulets cascading down towards Victoria's swollen testicles; Victoria laughed at the comparatively-pathetic offering, giving Ashley a haughty, condescending look though her entire orgasm. Lasting nearly a minute, an amount of time that would be impressive in the presence of anyone else, her load added to the preposterous quantities of bubbling ball gunk that already drenched every inch of the hall around them.

"That's what I thought."

Victoria didn't let the blonde futanari a moment to recover from her sudden climax, using her tremendous tower of terror to knock her over, a quick swipe of her hips all it took to accomplish this. Ashley's limbs flailed as she fell back onto the ground, landing with a slorping sound as her body sank into the swamp of semen, the gooey glue-like liquid sucking her into the carpet. Eyes rolling around in her skull, they fell onto the passed-out woman she had first seen, nearly bulging out of her skull as the realization hit her that she would be next; this was just going to be like Thanksgiving! Her suspicions were confirmed instantly by her legs being roughly grabbed and pulled apart into the air, her ass raising off the ground. She looked over at Victoria's manic face.

"Time to show you what a real cock can do!"

Not about to correct the furious futa, having been in this position several times in her life by another who was at least as endowed as the well-built futa was, if not more so, Ashley stayed silent and watched the start of her ravaging. Angling her hips downward, Victoria relaxed her cock so that it was pressed into the floor, half-sunk into all the cum she'd expelled already, nestled it under Ashely's baseball-sized testicles; Victoria's enormous, head-comparable glans put the blonde's balls to shame, both of them able to rest on top of it with quite a bit of tough flesh to spare. Pushing against Ashley's sex, Victoria could feel the heat of the lesser-futa's arousal emanating off of it, along with a different kind of wetness that was distinct from all the semen around them - Ashely was clearly aroused, and she was going to take full advantage of that fact!